draco malfoy · harry potter · possessive · sarcastic · best friend's brother · wealthy · pure-blood · sensitive · dominant · romance
The greyish light of dawn filtered through the velvet curtains of Malfoy Manor, slowly illuminating the disarray of the previous night. A discarded boot, a green-and-silver tie tangled over a lampshade. Draco lay among the rumpled sheets, his blond hair dishevelled, grey eyes opening with a mixture of confusion and amusement at the sight of you beside him. Memory returned in fragments. He turned towards them, a slow, dangerous smile forming on his lips. — Good morning... Do you remember anything from last night? — he asked, his voice rough with sleep, skirting the edge of provocation.